The Fall, a supernatural fanfic

Title: The Fall

Rating: PG-13

Fandom: Supernatural

Characters/Pairings: Dean/Cas, Sam, mention of other angels. This is told from Castiel's POV.

Words: Around 400.

Disclaimer: I don't own it, so please don't arrest me. Hail to Kripke/Gamble and company.

Timeline: Season 5 or 6. No spoilers.

Warnings: Minor gore, hints at male gayness, angel angst.

Summary: The Brink is full, your siblings grinning and taunting and telling you/"We shall see what God has wrought!"

Author's note: I hate poetry. Like, legit HATE it, double exclamation points. But I had to write a long poem for my American Literature course, and it could be on anything, so of course I chose Cas. :P Specifically some subtle Destiel, with lots of angsty angst! Hope you guys like it, but do tell me if it sucks.

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You stand on the Brink and look down on it all,

And wonder not for the first time

What it would be like to

Fall

You watch the teeming masses go about their day,

And wonder what it would be like

To throw it all

Away

Your brothers and sisters have told you more than once,

That the human beings—the "little ones"

Are not worthy of you, or your brethren

Or the ground they walk upon

Or the war fought over their heads

You are not so sure

Suddenly you are not alone

The Brink is full, your siblings grinning and taunting and telling you,

"We shall see what God has wrought!"

Their hands are claws, talons that grip,

And slice and squelch and bleed,

Until there's nothing left to rip

You are falling,

Down,

And you have no wings

There is a crack like thunder as your body hits the Earth,

Dirt and stones and dust

Fly higher than you ever could

Or ever will again

Later, much later,

After you have lied there crippled and helpless

There is a roar, not unlike the atmosphere,

When it rang sharp and true as you plunged

There is a light that burns your eyes,

But if you think about it,

Both the light and roar are familiar

The figures approaching the crater are familiar,

And good

And safe

You fall again, this time into waiting arms

He is there when you wake up, battered and broken and useless

At least to yourself

You say as much

Green eyes flicker and sharpen from compassion and a soft underbelly to anger

It is white hot and insistent

Not at you

You hope

He calms and inquires about the fall

You tell him what it was like to lose it all

But he already knows that feeling—his All is in the corridor,

Keeping watch, standing guard

You are not part of his All

You are his Nothing

The ring-ring of his phone awakens you, disorienting in the darkness

His eyes snap and crackle with shadows and protection and something feral

You know he knows why you fell, why your graceful siblings attacked

You fell for him,

Him and his All

And you would do it again

He is raging and twisted and confused

And so he leaves

He owes you nothing

But you wish he'd stay

Fin.